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milliways_bar2005-06-20 09:23 pm
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There is a subdued atmosphere in the bar, a bit like the Nyarlathotep incident. A pity people are so unhappy a day before Green!Jack's midsummer party, and the birthday party for Gil.
Asar-Suti has no idea what happened. There's Doctor Lecter by the fireplace, but it doesn't seem like a good idea to ask him. So the violet god of magic sits in a booth, for a change, the same that was Darkened on Saturday, and draws things in a small notebook. Beside the drawings, he writes what looks like gibberish, but are actually Ihlini thaumaturgical formulae.
He keeps an eye open for people he knows, though. And would be glad to be enlightened about the general doom.
Asar-Suti has no idea what happened. There's Doctor Lecter by the fireplace, but it doesn't seem like a good idea to ask him. So the violet god of magic sits in a booth, for a change, the same that was Darkened on Saturday, and draws things in a small notebook. Beside the drawings, he writes what looks like gibberish, but are actually Ihlini thaumaturgical formulae.
He keeps an eye open for people he knows, though. And would be glad to be enlightened about the general doom.
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"I try; that is all I can say. And I will help if I can, whatever it is that needs my help. It's very difficult to just wait, though."
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The universe sometimes asks strange things.
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He gets up as well, and briefly bows to Atreyu.
"I will be glad to talk to you again soon, and see you tomorrow."
Another little bow, and he walks away.